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- Got it.
- Maybe later.
- Don't take too long.
- A little, but buy the lot and I'll throw in a dose of Rad Away as a chaser. Deal?
- Hey, let's get some liquor in you before you start asking about god-knows-what next.
- The raiders tore them apart, mutilated the bodies. Once the Minutemen held their own against the Institute.
- You came to the right place, darling. I've got the best vodka money can buy.
- {Sad} You keep that hat. My grandfather would've wanted it to be put to use instead of hanging on the wall of some shitty bar.
- Somewhere northeast of Malden. That's where they found the bodies of the rest of his squad.
- {Cordially but sternly explaining why you find a bar patron threatening. / Stern} It means, Mayor Hancock, that your reputation precedes you and that we don't want any trouble.
- But something keeps this place in one piece. Maybe the old spirits are looking out for us, huh?
- This ain't a haggling matter. I'll pay is 150 caps. Take it or leave it.
- {Speaking sternly to a bar patron you consider trouble. / Stern} Yeah, and we aim to keep it that way.
- I can't promise it'll be cold, but at least the drinks are wet.
- Malden ain't the safest of places... I suppose I could spare 200 caps.
- {Firm, a little angry / Angry} No son of mine is going to throw his life away with those lunatics.
- {Defiant} But my grandpa was a hero. And I won't hear anything different.
- {Young ungrateful bastard vibe / Stern} We got a business, you know how lucky we are? And you want to throw it away.
- {Friendly and Concerned - Warning Codsworth to watch his back in Bunker Hill. / Concerned} You watch yourself around here, Handy. Plenty of these traders would love to get their hands on you.
- Bar's for paying customer.
- Boy, you're in for one hell of a disappointment.
- For what it's worth, the offer's open.
- Here's the reward. You earned it.
- Hey, he brought it up, not me. As I was saying.
- I ain't no welch.
- I don't have all day.
- I think it's the hat that gives it away.
- If you make up your mind, grab me.
- Just a second.
- Make it snappy, others customers are waiting.
- Only got so many stools. So...
- {Indignant / Angry} What? You think that's noble or some bullshit? That just makes them idiots.
- {Slowly calming down while speaking to a robot missing much of the skin on its face. / Neutral} Nick, it looks like you lost a real heated argument with a Deathclaw.
- Tour guides? And I thought I heard everything.
- No way! MacCready?! I haven't seen you in ages. You still riding shotgun for the caravans?
- Well I'll be damned. He was a tough old cuss.
- Well, there is one thing...
- What'll you have?
- {Cordial but not thrilled to be addressing the person you're talking to. / Irritated} Dunno. You finally decided to start paying for drinks?
- You got the caps, I got the booze.
- Either way, folks need drinks, so I opened up this bar here. Lots of alcohol on tap for ya.
- {Cordial, but not terribly pleased to be addressing the person he's speaking with. / Irritated} Piper. You got some guts showing up here.
- {Question} So, what, you're one of those Minutemen?
- {Pleading} He died fighting raiders just outside Malden. If you could find any of his personal effects, well, it'd mean the world to me.
- {A little angry / Irritated} We got a good life here. And you'd throw it all away?
- {Punch people, bigoted about Synths / Irritated} I have no problem helping people. Synths, though.
- {Bigot speak / Angry} They're monster is what they really are.
- {Afraid} No! No smashing!
- {Angry, finale / Angry} Enough. We got customers.
- {Friendly} Coldish. Here you go.
- {Somber} Wish more people looked at it that way.
- {shocked / Surprised} Holy crap! A super mutant!
- {Irritation directed at his son, asking for a referee} Hey you. Talk some sense into my numbskull son. Getting involved with the Railroad is just trouble.
- Top shelf item's moonshine. But if you're a few caps shy, we got something with kick all right. But I wouldn't recommend it.
- {Friendly and impressed at seeing a fully functional Mister Handy. Toward the end, trying to find the right word for "limbs". / Friendly} Whoa, well look at what we have here. A full blown Mister Handy. Not everyday you see one with all the.
- Before us Savoldis started slinging rotgut for thirsty caravan hands, we came from a line of Minutemen. My grandpa, Brent Savoldi, was the last.
- {Starting to get angry} When did you start to care about synths?
- {Afraid} How about I just get you a water and leave you alone?
- {Honestly surprised by the presence of a robot missing much of its face is asking him for a drink. / Surprised} Jesus, Nick. You scared the hell outta me. The hell happened to your face?
- Not only do you find lost relatives, but you're rebuilding the Minutemen, too.
- Pretty much all of them. All the ones I know about, anyway. Takes a certain kind of person to brave the Commonwealth trade routes.
- Well, if you ever change your mind, I can fix you up with some work. You just let me know.
- {Afraid} Is it tamed? I mean are you tamed? I mean, sure, one water coming right up.
- {Conceding the point, hard wisdom / Irritated} Yeah, so the Institute kidnaps people. I'm not saying I like it. But the world's a dangerous place.
- {Appreciates being backed up / Stern} See. Now that's some advice.
- You know, I heard about you. Building the Minutemen back up. Good luck getting Kessler to give a damn. But...
- Honestly? Kind of amazed we've lasted this long. We're always one broken deal away from complete disaster.
- The few Minutemen left ignored the call rather than die here in vain.
- {Sad} I know Kessler doesn't give a crap about that, but I want you to have Grandpa Savoldi's hat.
- {Hyperbolic, angry / Stern} Might as well put a bullet in your own damned skull, it'll just save you time.
- Well, I'm sure I can scare up a few bottles of Nuka Cola.
- Just be careful, all right. I don't want any more deaths on my conscience.
- When a caravan comes in they can drink me dry. So think quickly.
- Much obliged. Loiter all you like. If you need a place to stay the night, talk to my boy.
- {Bigoted, angry - the Deathclaw Preservation Society is made up and a ludicrous idea - so said with extreme sarcasm / Irritated} Might as well go off and join the "Deathclaw Preservation Society."
- Technically everything is owned by all the caravan companies that come through here. We pool all the money together and split it up.
- But as far as serving drinks goes, this bar is all mine.
- {Stern, and at a loss for words how stupid the idea is / Irritated} It's not your job to save it. And dealing with the Railroad... The Institute.
- {Sad} He would've wanted it to be put to use instead of hanging on the wall of some shitty bar.
- {Bigot spouting some hate / Irritated} People. There's no people about it. They're Goddamned synths.
- A long time ago, Bunker Hill was wiped out by raiders. Back then the Minutemen were on their last legs.
- And in the end, even raiders were too much for them.
- Don't know what started first, the Bunker Hill settlement or the caravans, but they're practically one and the same nowadays.
- {A little contrite / Apologetic} Where my manners. If you want a drink talk to me. Need a bed, well, hit up numbskull over there.
- People on the Hill don't think kindly about the Minutemen. Say they didn't help when we needed them.
- Well... it appears I finally have a customer who wants to show a little class.
- {Pleased in a little bit petty a way / Irritated} You see, boy, now stop this nonsense. We got customers.
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